And leaving beastly filthy nasty cat paw prints all over it… three words, Mr Kitty- judgment is coming.
Oh don’t pretend you can’t read, we all know that demons are quite capable of reading and we also all know that your feigned silence is a terrible fraud perpetrated on the gullible in order to lull them into a false sense of trust.
I want you to know, I’ve got your number and it’s 666. If I find you prancing across my car or perched on the roof you’ll rue the day I assure you. I will pelt and poke and pound until your filthy self is driven off into the wilderness where you can gleefully inhabit the swine as they plunge headlong into the lake to drown, taking you with them.
Oh and go ahead and complain to PETA. If they’re so concerned about you they can come over every morning and wash my car clean of any evidence of your nocturnal visits. Otherwise, like those who oppose abortion but who never lift a finger to aid distressed girls, I snub my nose at their pretended care.
Consider yourself on notice. One more pawprint and I will spend my nights hunting you down.
its not like you really sleep much now, what with the blogging and lawnmowing and occassional sermon.
might as well hunt it down.
Hunt him down there should be an iPhone app for pests like this. No?